Now it was Fraser's turn to sigh. "Ray, I promise you, I'm fine. The Hospital Wing does excellent work." Not to mention that he'd just come from a plane crash, and if he could deal with that and the subsequent month of lonely, overheated and rather strenuous exile, he thought he would have no trouble sleeping on a perfectly comfortable floor for a few nights. He tried not to roll his eyes. "Except for the memory loss, I feel fit as a fiddle."

Fraser noticed, of course, the slowing of Ray's footsteps, but he didn't think much of it until Ray stopped. Then it was hard not to pay attention, particularly at the odd little quaver in Ray's voice. He frowned, turning back to face his partner. "If you want, but I think it's probably best that I see the tent first. Besides which..." He held up his rucksack pointedly. "This is a little heavy." It didn't have much in it, but it did have his uniform, and the weight of red serge was not something to sneeze at. "Is everything all right?"